POEM 11

POEM 11

 

 

5:45am, woke up to a dream

I no longer can remember,

but still have that hollow feeling,

as I rub awake my eyes.

The alarm will go off soon,

no sense trying to get more sleep,

so, I sit up and

try to piece together my dream.

 

It’s about you;

we are walking along the beach,

hand holding, while

morning sun warms the sand,

the air surrounding us is a

salty, coconut breeze.

As we near the weather beaten,

ocean eaten, old pier,

you turn and kiss me slow,

holding me passion close,

like there is no tomorrow,

and I feel the thrill of falling;

you always could kiss me like that.

 

As your finger caress my cheek

and you pull away,

your eyes spoke of love

and longing.

Then you began to fade,

turning into 3 black Crows.

As they rose in flight,

one spoke to me in mind-speak,

“Remember me,

I must return to shadow,

my heart has too much pain.

But I know I will always

love you.

Perhaps, one day,

I will be able to return.”

 

It was the kiss’ warmth

and emptiness felt,

that woke me

still lying on the beach.

It was 5:46am;

my lips and skin still tingling,

and there beside me,

your indentation, left in the sand,

along with two Crow feathers,

a bottle of black ink

and a leather-bound journal.

Raised on the cover,

The Tree of Life;

inside, a note:

“Remember me love

with poetry;

write me in sonnets,

haiku, verse and prose,

the way Neruda wrote to Urrutia

on the Isla Negra;

or Freya wrote Runes to Odin.

Remember me always.”

 

It’s now 6:45am, Day 11 of Poetry Month,

I am sipping my first brew,

seeing light snow cover the backyard.

It’s supposed to be Spring,

but Winter won’t let go,

and I see 3 Crows sitting on the nearest tree,

reminding me how much

I miss you,

and hope for your return.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.11.18

Author's Note

....thanks for reading....

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

The dream is so real...a thin line between fantasy and reality. There are those who are vibrant and very real in dreams even when they are no longer in our daily lives. The romance, the urgency, the sensuality of that kiss....WOW....so real. I feel like a voyeur. Of course, the fact most of this was set on the beach makes it even better for me. There is a magical spirituality to this poem, Curt...and it is sooooo nice! :) Lydi**

[Lyn Anderson]

A beautiful. Romantic, spiritual, and sorrowful poem. A small suggestion - it appeared your intent might have been past tense for all but the last part, but there is a bit of tense mixing. So, all in one tense or the first four in past tense and the last in present tense

[Han'ke]

I enjoyed the 4th and 5th "paragraphs" the most. This piece places you almost in a trance as you read it. Thanks for sharing.